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Signal
04:13
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You want more
You want speed
You want power
You’re not equipped to receive
Big pushers
Long reach
Tall towers
Barrier breach
You can’t sleep
You can’t think
You can’t sit still while the message light blinks
You can’t sit still while the message light blinks
You can’t sit still while the message light blinks
You’re addicted to your own signal
You’re addicted to your own signal
You can’t maintain
Without the rush
Of microwaves flooding every touch
Just cause you were handed something
Doesn’t mean you need to run with it
Just cause you were handed something
Doesn’t mean you need to run with it
You’re addicted to your own signal
You’re addicted to your own signal
You’re addicted to your own signal
You’re addicted to your own signal
You can’t sleep
You can’t think
You can’t sit still while the message light blinks
You can’t sleep
You can’t think
You can’t sit still while the message light blinks
You’re addicted to your own signal
You’re addicted to your own signal
You’re addicted to your own signal
You’re addicted to your own signal
Just cause you were handed something
Doesn’t mean you need to run with it
Just cause you were handed something
Doesn’t mean you need to run with it
You want more
You want speed
You want power
You’re not equipped to receive
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There are sides to me that never meet
Except when I’m with you
I've stood between them
Most of my life
Holding them from caving in
Keeping my heart from something true
Too long regretting
What now I cant deny
That look in your eyes
Don’t step it back
Pull me into the night
Love this is all I ask
That look in your eyes
Don’t step it back
Pull me into the night
Love this is all I ask
Save a place for me in you
Where I can get lost
Where your silent dreams fall whispers on my ear
Save a place for me in you
Where I can get lost
And Ill promise to remember all I hear
There were cries in me too weak to speak
Your touch has given strength
Enough to sing out
A fool in the crowd
I could’ve gone my whole life through
Without a feeling good as this
Even if it’s only
For this moment now
That look in your eyes
Don’t step it back
Pull me into the night
Love this is all I ask
That look in your eyes
Don’t step it back
Pull me into the night
Love this is all I ask
Save a place for me in you
Where I can get lost
Where your silent dreams fall whispers on my ear
Save a place for me in you
Where I can get lost
And Ill promise to remember all I hear
Save a place for me in you
Where I can get lost
Save a place for me in you
Save a place for me in you
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3. |
Believer
04:04
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Is it I’ve fallen behind?
The expectation set
Well what else can I tell you?
When you’ve been tricked too many times
to take my word for it
Or count on anyone
Still coming through
What would it take to make a believer out of you?
I’m not all talk like you say
You made a believer of me
What would it take to make a believer out of you?
I’m not all talk when I say
You made a believer of me
Lets share this desperation
And risk it all
Before the chance should leave us
We’re both so weary of the prospect
Of love
And wearing faces that even we can’t trust
What would it take to make a believer out of you?
I’m not all talk like you say
You made a believer of me
What would it take to make a believer out of you?
I’m not all talk when I say
You made a believer of me
I could trip each step
Coming close to you
Without a thought of ever turning back
We all come broken
it’s a myth
to tell it any different and I wouldn’t break your heart like that
What would it take to make a believer out of you?
I’m not all talk like you say
You made a believer of me
What would it take to make a believer out of you?
I’m not all talk when I say
You made a believer of me
You made a believer of me
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4. |
Cross Your Heart
04:54
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Can anyone afford
A second opinion these days
Come numbered
For the countdown for
The way back to the way
To glory days misremembered
Cross your heart
Cross your heart
Fall into my arms
Once great is not enough
Resign unsettled to be better than
The suckers, calling every bluff
Nosediving to agnosia
Through dreams without slumber
Did you believe so fierce
Your knees wouldn’t buckle, standing so tall
So long upon the precipice
Of false hopes not yet dashed by the fall
Cross your heart
Cross your heart
Fall into my arms
The nightmare you dwell on
Is following you everywhere
If you’re being honest
You’re half relieved it isn’t gone
Since you’ve grown addicted to the fear
And all you can pin on it
So Wrapped in your shadow
It’s hard to read the look upon your face
To trust what you promise
Just what can you promise me this time?
Can I trust what you promise?
Just what can you promise me this time?
Cross your heart
Cross your heart
Fall into my arms
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5. |
She Lies Awake
05:03
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She lies awake
Starlight map above her head
The morning breaks
Broken down and left for dead
So much in love
You gave it all but it was never enough
Each jagged lie
Every day seemed to multiply
She lies awake
She lies awake
I’ll wait under the moonlight
Under the starlight for you to come
I’ll be here in the morning
Shielded in sunlight for you to come
Awake
Broken but all the pieces fit
Left all the years to dust
Your currency was counterfeit
Awake
Winner of a losing game
Queen of bloodshot eyes
Queen of life has passed me by
She lies awake
She lies awake
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6. |
No Joy
04:22
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When he came in I remembered
Father said that it’s for sissies and I screamed half ashamed
That he might be right, if the tears were
for him or the tear It’s all lost on me
But not my last time
But the worst time still
I get no joy from people these days
But life keeps on moving, keeps passing,
Another wave goodbye to all the life
And my words, collecting dust and still hold their meaning
Never uttered and never reasoned
Bleeding through sutures from the first time
There are no ears at the phone
Just a man typing till a faint ghost was all I heard
Yet I knew in the effort, the will to speak
Would be deceiving still
I get no joy from people these days
Life keeps moving I keep dreaming
fingers tugging at the age Of my eyes, rife, listless and blank,
Still searching, still reading Into everything that could be anything
I’ve got life but little else to show
One hand to
Measure pulse the other on the till,
Commodity for anyone who ever grieved their way
To mass appeal
Sounds odd calculated
Not emotional still
I get no joy from people these days
So this is life, routine demands and medications
waiting breaking lips shape breath that gives life it keeps moving
Slashing fingers
Past pictures with no gravity
The smaller the world the bigger the pull till Im so far
Above it that
Wistful fool
Keeps moving I keep dreaming, waiting
I get no joy from people these days
I get no joy from people these days
I get no joy from people these days
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7. |
Fractured
05:06
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Raised at the wall
You wailed
to draw
the fractured world in view
To run it just
Crook angles flush
Till You could see it too
Overlay
Overlay
Overlay
Struck bold crude lines
Through peoples lives
Named them by what you heard
Counted them lost
Amidst the dross
impurities to burn
That gold emerge
From bloody purge
As hoards rise from their hush
Down corkscrewed steps
Where madness begs
You to keep lookin up
Overlay
Overlay
Overlay
Overlay
Overlay
Overlay
Overlay
Now take a step back
Take it all in
Now marvel at what you stand to inherit
For the time put in
The capillaries
Crack the walk
To feast upon the light
As from distractions
Coma fog
Crowns a second sight
Overlay
Overlay
Sometimes you wake
beneath it all
Buried in the mine
Sometimes you wake
beneath it all
Buried in the mine
Now take a step back
Take it all in
Now marvel at what you stand to inherit
For the time put in
Now take a step back
Take it all in
Now marvel at what you stand to inherit
For the time put in
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8. |
Close To The Dirt
04:38
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In the footsteps
Of fallible people
We kick dust like glitter
And dream away drunk
On some future
Prospects rewarding
Compulsions clinging
To what love we compiled from hand me downs
Trash castles glory
Close to the dirt
They tell better stories
Than an architects work
In the skid marks kissing
The cliff face we
Nurture nerves not our own
Scream them clear
Into the sky
We’re taking lines
We’re taking our lines
Scream them clear
Into the sky
We’re taking our lines
For walks alone
Trash castles glory
Close to the dirt
They all tell better stories
Scream them clear
Into the sky
We’re taking lines
We’re taking our lines
Into the sky
We’re taking lines
In an architects work
Into the sky
Scream them clear Into the sky
Scream them clear into the sky
We’re taking lines
We’re taking our lines
Into the sky
Trash castles glory
Close to the dirt
They tell better stories
Than an architects work
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9. |
Prefix Patriots
05:13
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Flag bats flying
Swinging wild for a screwball
A crushed cops crying
In a door jam sandwich
The Looped clips firing
Patting backs for the hard call
Of coming in hot
Buying everything they're handed
Bully on bully
They call this a temple
Prefix patriots
Storm in the chambers
To Play 52 pick up
Against all the stacked decks
Sloganized sycophants
Crowing on a web thread
Of a new Silk Road
Bully on bully
They call this a temple
Bully on bully
They call this a temple
They back their own prophet
And the other they wrestle
Bully on bully
They call this a temple
They back their own prophet
And the other they wrestle
Bully on bully
They call this a temple
Selling the rights
From the hill to the moguls
Taking the ride
Then making it rational
Making it rational
Making it rational (But there’s no making this rational)
Making it rational
Making it rational. (But there’s no making it rational)
Running out options
Going long for deep fakes
Knuckling down the marble
Taking shots of bear mace
News anchors dropping mics
In the shuffle of blind hate
Bricks hitting glass
Shattered armored face plates
Bully on bully
They call this a temple
They back their own prophet
And the other they wrestle
Bully on bully
They call this a temple
They back their own prophet
And the other they wrestle
Bully on bully
They call this a temple
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10. |
Lost Time
04:46
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Crack the rabbits neck already
Anticipation's killing me
I don’t know what to do with it all
My pulse it jumps unsteady
As a disco in a minor key
Insists I shake this thing off
Tie me down to the laugh tracks
This cornered animal act
Is hitting too close to home
Am I just erecting amusements
On a burial ground
On a burial ground
From under piercing the surface
The cold it bites with purpose
And Lost time to turn it around
Am I just erecting amusements
On a burial ground
On a burial ground
Am I just erecting amusements
On a burial ground
On a burial ground
Storing shame like it’s precious
When only I demand it
Taints what justice I carry out
Am I just erecting amusements
On a burial ground
On a burial ground
Am I just erecting amusements
On a burial ground
On a burial ground
Furious with the conditions
Impotent to alter them
I pace my head self possessed
Asking all the wrong questions
A puff piece on reflection
Is more than I care to express
Am I just erecting amusements
On a burial ground
On a burial ground
Am I just erecting amusements
On a burial ground
On a burial ground
Crack the rabbits neck already
Anticipation's killing me
I don’t know what to do with it all
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Palm Ghosts Nashville, Tennessee
Palm Ghosts is the sound of an 80s prom in a war zone…located in the dead heart of country music, Nashville,
TN.
More at home in rainy Manchester, the quartet weaves cinematic dream pop and new wave with brooding post punk.
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